Palestine poem #2

my blood

lost its way rivuletting through sand

turning and twisting glimmering red beads

slide slowly away from my beaten body

sun light falls, plummeting through warm summer air

but no breath rings in its shimmering pulse

only broken bones

and rotten clothes

once a city trembled here

now gone,

simply gone

and nothing remains

but fits of old sirens

the dull thud of a lapping sea

and rusted shards of useless keys